Sitting alone
I bury my face
Deep into my hands
And weep
The music
Has been taken from me
My first
And only
True love
Lying silent
Forever still
My thoughts burn
Like a wildfire
That takes trees
From the earth
The one
And only
Constant
Grieving out loud
Upon deaf ears
My spirit
Is broken
Like an old guitar string
That has
Been bent too far
I am not
Who I once was
I feel so naked
And cold
And dead
The music
Has been taken from me
Author notes
i very recently had my prized acoustic guitar stolen. this is my attempt to vent some of the frustration and rage.
A contest entry
- The Slain Dreamer by Ayla YellowRose.
1600 points, ended September 20, 2007, 30 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
comments from the peanut gallery
Comments
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Wow, sorry about your guitar....As for the poem I really liked the broken guitar string imagery you set up in the one stanza.....the ending was also powerful, loved the last line....very nice job.
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so very sorry about your guitar...
I know how bonded we get to our beloved instruments,
they can bear our imprint upon them, they are a piece of
us, home.
Your poem really conveyed the sorrow...
the lines: My spirit
Is broken
Like an old guitar string
That has
Been bent too far
I am not
Who I once was
I feel so naked
And cold
And dead
The music
Has been taken from me
good powerful writing!
may you always remember that you are the spirit
that moves the strings!
ears/Ap mama!
you are the music to all our ears!
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